<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:47:59.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGEL GIRLS</title><subtitle type='html'>Mariah,Taylor,Brentlee,Jazlyn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-5430450133590213113</id><published>2010-04-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:16:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decide to take the long trip to Phoenix this year for Easter. It was more than worth it. I went to my moms on Wednesday and then mom, Morgan, me and my three little girls headed for the long drive on Thursday morning. The kids done great in the truck that long with mom in the back seat keeping them entertained the entire time. it was so nice to be able to talk and catch up with them. it seems i get so busy at home i don't get to sit on the phone and visit. every second of the trip was perfect. So we got there on Thursday night and hung out at the house. As soon as we pulled up i just wanted to give my sis the biggest squeeze ever, but my girls beat me to her first :) We use to be able to sit and talk on the phone everyday for an hour but now that the kids are getting older we are lucky to talk every three days for five minutes. it makes me sad but glad to know she is always there when i need no matter what. Love ya 'Shelle Thanks for the best time ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458767135259578274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8Fvyai5T6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/JobSXSx9Ejg/s320/DSC04271.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458782972853470706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F-MSLhxfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cp9CsPGXCQM/s320/100_2350.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My girls just loved playing with Ashlyn she is so cute. I could just squeeze her all the time. I miss them all so so much. I had the best time ever. Miss you all more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to a place called Goldfield. It was so neat and fun to walk around. Its an old Western town. I'm so glad we got to go. i defiantly want to take Tyrell there. he would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458765668149717442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FudBIpacI/AAAAAAAAAag/b89aB6lbceU/s320/DSC04285.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls thought that this bird cage was so much fun to play in. They love the simplest things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458765658182550514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FuccASg_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sb2jq7G_e44/s320/102_2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These are just a few of the building that were there. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458765666752265298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8Fuc77d_FI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5lsGqc-f0FI/s320/102_2623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458765677434093218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FudjuNvqI/AAAAAAAAAao/JtxLbSQeAxc/s320/DSC04277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My little Diva just hanging out and loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458758646468401522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FoETVXWXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eJUW-gcOor0/s320/100_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterwords we went to dinner at the Texas Roadhouse. It was great! I just love spending time with my family. I had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on Saturday we talked my mom into watching all four girls while we went and got a pedicure. I loved it. Its always so nice to be pampered a little. Thanks mom for watching the girls. Your amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458772484502591186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F0pyB0FtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cbo3H-1ZY98/s320/100_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes My little Jazlyn looks like a boy, no hair and green and blue clothes. O well one day soon she will have hair that makes her look more like a girl. I hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458772482187970274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F0ppZ9xuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TBP8fcJCrsw/s320/100_2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so cute Ashlyn and Jazlyn would fight over my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458772463064019298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F0oiKdcWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0GfzlRxuWzM/s320/100_2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taylor and Brentlee found grandmas Makeup so there eyes are a little dark in these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458772454889760386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F0oDtkJoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ud8Y15QS42s/s320/100_2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That night we ordered pizza and colored Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458758673981468738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FoF50_cEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/D8HRDbRuQ6I/s320/102_2646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a messy face. i couldn't keep her off the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458777360222468898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F5FlgBOyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mzmjx_Y4TSs/s320/102_2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458777351682724354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F5FFr_EgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1ir2i5G_-fo/s320/102_2641.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458779554887460018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F7FVQ7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/F92DPC8AtNM/s320/102_2638.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jazlyn is so funny. she is always pulling some kind of face. she got so excited when we were coloring eggs. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning they woke up so excited and couldn't wait. it was such a nice day. we hung out at the house and had a great turkey dinner. later that night we took the kids over to the play grounds and found a hill to roll there eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760494445871442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8Fpv3lhwVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0SveXgm9EkU/s320/100_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760478762336418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8Fpu9KSAKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/z9dADbkKGKI/s320/100_2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760469407330578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FpuaT38RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GGwowvDzess/s320/102_2666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760486704516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8Fpvav2DoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/B_cI36sh2go/s320/100_2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458758649956810914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FoEgVEQKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/G6_h1GC9L_U/s320/100_2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760503038897730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8FpwXmQ7kI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-f8TtQNrboY/s320/100_2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jazlyn loved the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458782953619265698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8F-LKhvGKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dDcakOz115E/s320/100_2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They thought it was so fun to throw the eggs instead of rolling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458753879407790258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8Fju0pjCLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/aOVIF952szA/s320/100_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so funny to watch these two together. this was one of the few times they were actually getting along and not telling each other "no mine" it was cute but frustrating at times. give them a few years and they will be best friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family is the best thank you guys so much it was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-5430450133590213113?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5430450133590213113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=5430450133590213113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/5430450133590213113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/5430450133590213113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/S8Fvyai5T6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/JobSXSx9Ejg/s72-c/DSC04271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-3225078311574087367</id><published>2009-10-04T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:01:49.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Job Girls!</title><content type='html'>I just want my girls to know that i am so proud of them. They love to barrel race every week and are getting so good at it. Taylor could just ride for hours as Brentlee cant wait to go around the barrels, but wants off right after. They are both so so much fun to watch and there personalities couldn't be more opposite. Love you Girls! Great Job me an dad are so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388687749485659906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Ssh29SmXhwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3Q1sLm2hwlI/s320/102_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor was so happy, she won her first check which was 8.00. she didn't care how much it was but was just so proud of herself that she done so good. Here she is holding her trophy and ribbon, she also got a 50.00 gift certificate to IFA. Good Job BUG we love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388687743561571874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Ssh288h9HiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/83LVu6_1UD0/s320/102_2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You can never tell by looking at Brentlee's face but i promise she loved ever minute. They put her name in a drawing and she won this cute container full of horse brushes, rubber bands, and a paint brush. She has played with it non stop, i just haven't had the ambition to go pretty her horse up with her, what a bad mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Ssh298GZEpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iJ-ztLi3JyU/s1600-h/102_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388687760625832594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Ssh298GZEpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iJ-ztLi3JyU/s320/102_2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brentlee and Rylee had so much fun together. Here they are with there little trophy's, ribbons and there 50.00 gift certificates. Great Job girls we love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-3225078311574087367?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3225078311574087367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=3225078311574087367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/3225078311574087367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/3225078311574087367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-job-girls.html' title='Great Job Girls!'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Ssh29SmXhwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3Q1sLm2hwlI/s72-c/102_2140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-7829884461282508984</id><published>2009-09-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:32:40.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Adventures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing new or exciting going on around here. The girls have been loving the weather and just love to be outside. They have been ridding there horses a lot and staying busy every second. it has been difficult for me to stay caught up with the kids. Jazlyn is walking and into everything, once the door opens she is headed out. She gets so mad when her sisters leave her. soon enough she will be doing everything they do. Brentlee is the same old kid, so hard headed and stubborn. She has had a hard time since Taylor went back to school. She gets so lost and board. she follows me around the house all day asking "are we getting Taylor yet". As for Taylor she is loving every second of school, and is doing very well at it. We are so proud of her and hope she continues enjoying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of our every day adventures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378945439016321362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqXaYL7GgVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cD6n8EWTYRs/s320/102_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378945429127173026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqXaXnFWE6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/u9WsUnIbmDA/s320/102_2065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm still not sure why they think it is fun to swim in the water where the cows slobber. Of course they talked there dad into it, but as for me i was considered a poor sport. There Papa (grandpa Brent) trained them very well to strip down to your underwear and jump in. I'm sure you think we are crazy, but just to see the girls have so much fun is well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084664600340178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLghV6ptI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jHGHn3-b7l0/s320/102_2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor barrel racing in Duchesne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLMZQURGjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/q6P37pM-Gfw/s1600-h/102_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378085639282563634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLMZQURGjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/q6P37pM-Gfw/s320/102_1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brentlee and Mckayla(little friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLigVqbuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwlcyHvSEfg/s1600-h/102_1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084698690580194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLigVqbuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FwlcyHvSEfg/s320/102_1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jazlyn is getting so big it makes me sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378943970164187506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqXZCsBdoXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gNyTM37uWMs/s320/102_2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brentlee and Rylee sitting by the fire Papa made them, after playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLiKivKrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/snHrrV6mXjw/s1600-h/102_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084692839836338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLiKivKrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/snHrrV6mXjw/s320/102_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brentlee and Mckayla following Taylor around the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLhbVkjAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MEGIt2IVczY/s1600-h/102_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084680168147970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLhbVkjAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MEGIt2IVczY/s320/102_1932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They just love to ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLg9r8l1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/PAxNUn88Hyw/s1600-h/102_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084672208934738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqLLg9r8l1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/PAxNUn88Hyw/s320/102_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love to see my kids happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-7829884461282508984?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7829884461282508984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=7829884461282508984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/7829884461282508984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/7829884461282508984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyday-adventures.html' title='Everyday Adventures!'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SqXaYL7GgVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cD6n8EWTYRs/s72-c/102_2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-5012490704802353028</id><published>2009-08-15T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:56:51.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3's of you</title><content type='html'>You've been tagged; so you are supposed to fill in the 3's of You.At the end, choose 3 people to be tagged.If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Names I go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. MOM&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Riah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Subway&lt;br /&gt;2. Day Care&lt;br /&gt;3. Waitress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gunnison&lt;/span&gt;, UT&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Salina&lt;/span&gt;, UT&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Altamont&lt;/span&gt;, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Drinks:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apple juice&lt;br /&gt;2. Water&lt;br /&gt;3. Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TV Shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sponge bob&lt;/span&gt; (not by choice)&lt;br /&gt;2. C.S.I&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three top places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ohio&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oregon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Missouri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my Favorite Restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;1. Red Lobster&lt;br /&gt;2. Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pinn&lt;/span&gt; Willies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ridding horses with our girls&lt;br /&gt;2. The next day to see what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;3. Helping others with whatever i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ra'Shelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pulsipher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Trista Rich&lt;br /&gt;3. Emilie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Stubbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-5012490704802353028?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5012490704802353028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=5012490704802353028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/5012490704802353028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/5012490704802353028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/08/3s-of-you.html' title='3&apos;s of you'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-7284981278804059829</id><published>2009-08-01T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:11:06.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SnRxLVToFJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VYjkE6ZuY7g/s1600-h/P7270868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365037495617066130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SnRxLVToFJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VYjkE6ZuY7g/s320/P7270868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow! Seven years ago on July 27th i married the most amazing person. He is the perfect husband, Dad and best friend anyone could ever ask for. He truly is my best friend we do everything together. Tyrell is willing to do anything he could for me and his girls. The past seven years have been the best years ever and i look forward to every day just knowing i am married to such a wonderful person. No matter the trials we face as long as we stick by each other we always over come them. Tyrell has token on so much since my accident, i feel so bad thinking i am holding him back from so many things. He is so good to me and has never complained once. He says he is more than happy to do anything for me and he has proven so. Tyrell has given me three Angels that i couldn't imagine life without. I just love to set back and watch Tyrell with our girls. He is such a good dad and does anything they ask him. Our girls would much rather be with there dad playing than with me, but i wouldn't have it any other way. They just adore there daddy. I just want him to know that i love him more than life itself and appreciate everything he has done and continues doing for our little family. I am so excited for the many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365039917215661202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SnRzYSduPJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LPKU0j63eeY/s320/fixed+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365039912554896130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SnRzYBGgmwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/uqJyJIgxpSU/s320/fixed+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365043884447715410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SnR2_NjjUFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VDoLfMQKoJU/s320/102_1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-7284981278804059829?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7284981278804059829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=7284981278804059829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/7284981278804059829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/7284981278804059829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-seven-years-ago-on-july-27th-i.html' title=''/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SnRxLVToFJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VYjkE6ZuY7g/s72-c/P7270868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-3850815242902972393</id><published>2009-07-23T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:44:26.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Slacker</title><content type='html'>I know i know i am so behind but from now on I'm making it my goal to keep up. It has been a busy summer, so i will try my best to sum it all up for you. i had thought two kids was busy until the third, and now i know what losing your mind is all about. it seems i have no time to myself but you know i wouldn't have it any other way. bare with me as i tell you just a little that's been going on in our crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th Tyrell was out riding his horse and it slipped and fell on him, yes he was stubborn and walked a long ways before calling anyone. Me and the kids were already in bed when i herd him stumbling through the house, as he was still trying to walk on it we took him into the ER. He was so stubborn that he drove me and the girls there, what good was i to even go.lol. yes it is broken, in a boot and on crutches for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping that would have been the only ER rush for a long time, nope wrong again. On Monday the 20th we was doing chores just like every other day, The girls play while we feed. It was just me feeding this time as there is not much tyrell can do on crutches. Just as i was getting done i heard Brentlee screaming. O great here we go what now. She was holding her hand out with blood just dripping everywhere, i rapped her hand tight in a sock (the only thing i could find) and ran home to wash it off to see what exactly we were dealing with and o my hell was it disgusting. There was stuff hanging out of her battle wound which we found later was from a piece of metal. So we made another run to the ER. I was so embarrassed to find it was the same dr as the week before. All i could say was ya I'm back again. Brentlee is so dang tough and proud of her three stitches. It was so funny to watch her after they had numbed her hand and give her pain medicine, she wouldn't shut up. She talked non stop all the was home, and was so so funny that night at the house, Tyrell couldn't stop laughing at her. I was to busy watching her i never recorded it. danget. it was good watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Smqfy-l7gdI/AAAAAAAAASs/QvC4hmP6jaY/s1600-h/102_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362274004482359762" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Smqfy-l7gdI/AAAAAAAAASs/QvC4hmP6jaY/s320/102_1760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Smqfynd0-wI/AAAAAAAAASk/CrcO7cu7dks/s1600-h/102_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362273998274362114" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Smqfynd0-wI/AAAAAAAAASk/CrcO7cu7dks/s320/102_1834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like a very big wound but I'll tell you that was a lot of blood. She amazes me, and hasn't complained one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very happy &lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; for both Jazyln on the 16th and Brentlee on the 17th. I know they wont like to share there birthdays on the same day when they get older, so while we can get away with it we are going to do them together. I cant believe where the time goes, my last little baby is one, and my monster that i have to watch at all times with both eyes is now three. its so much fun to watch them grow and learn. as i was thinking back with Taylor we pushed her more to walk and talk, but now with Jazlyn i find myself holding her back and not wanting her to grow up. It has been hard for me to realize that she is my last little baby and i wont watch another grow like i have watched my three perfect angels, but i am also very blessed to have my girls by my side and to see them smile. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlVytU9sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ngXxG2WCLLo/s1600-h/102_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362280100145723074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlVytU9sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ngXxG2WCLLo/s320/102_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlWFObu3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/hRe8ypv1ixk/s1600-h/102_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362280105116416882" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlWFObu3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/hRe8ypv1ixk/s320/102_1806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Brentlee would tell me she wanted was a longhorn cake, so that is what we came up with. Nothing fancy, but so loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlWumfdGI/AAAAAAAAATM/z9UdmDHPF4Y/s1600-h/102_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362280116223177826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlWumfdGI/AAAAAAAAATM/z9UdmDHPF4Y/s320/102_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlWZqYBBI/AAAAAAAAATE/GAjN4Oy7vnU/s1600-h/102_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362280110602322962" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqlWZqYBBI/AAAAAAAAATE/GAjN4Oy7vnU/s320/102_1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazlyn's Ladybug kind of turned out scary, but it was fun to try something new. After all she didn't mind one bit as she dug right in. she loved every bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyrell had went on one of his crazy fast trips to pick up a bull in Oklahoma, so me and the girls just hung out at the house and had a fun movie night. Me and Taylor also got board and decided to give her a hair cut. She has been asking for over a year now to have her hair cut short, and she finally talked her dad into saying whatever. I dont think he was to happy about it, but i thought it turned out cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqsX5iX0PI/AAAAAAAAATc/ra9rwHPF9dU/s1600-h/102_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362287832919953650" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqsX5iX0PI/AAAAAAAAATc/ra9rwHPF9dU/s320/102_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqsXWh4fRI/AAAAAAAAATU/za5YwlDWffE/s1600-h/102_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362287823522659602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqsXWh4fRI/AAAAAAAAATU/za5YwlDWffE/s320/102_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is so much easier to take care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4th of July was fun even thou we didn't do anything. They don't do a big celebration in Altamont until the week of the 24th. I had Kolbi and Braxton and so we just hung out at the house and played in the water witch i learned mud was much more fun. They had a blast, it truly wasn't on purpose, but when you have a kid like Braxton that acts just like his dad(Trent)and a monster like Brentlee bad things just happen. As i had looked out the door Brentlee was on her hands and knees in the mud and Braxton was just in the process of putting mud on his head. I was to late so i just let them have a mud fight. Here are the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyZF0-9wI/AAAAAAAAATs/0kI7gQTZLbI/s1600-h/102_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294450468878082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyZF0-9wI/AAAAAAAAATs/0kI7gQTZLbI/s320/102_1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braxton, Kolbi, Taylor and Brentlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyaWtKJ_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/DVQKYaleOog/s1600-h/102_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294472179329010" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyaWtKJ_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/DVQKYaleOog/s320/102_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyYuOCTXI/AAAAAAAAATk/6UicvX9TEek/s1600-h/102_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294444131503474" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyYuOCTXI/AAAAAAAAATk/6UicvX9TEek/s320/102_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyZyNVgtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gvLRxaT2Ic0/s1600-h/102_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294462382179026" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyZyNVgtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gvLRxaT2Ic0/s320/102_1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyZRvZvII/AAAAAAAAAT0/bUUdoNDPDAg/s1600-h/102_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294453666692226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmqyZRvZvII/AAAAAAAAAT0/bUUdoNDPDAg/s320/102_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left for Oregon on the 18th of June for a Texas Longhorn Sale. What an adventure we had driving straight 14 hours with three kids. &lt;strong&gt;What was we thinking!&lt;/strong&gt; No it wasn't to bad i must say they did very well. So we got there late that night and all i wanted to do was go to bed, but Jazlyn had other plans. The next morning the guys had to be with the cows and do whatever it is that they do. haha, I'm not totally sure what goes on all day as they sit there and wait for all the cattle to arrive. us girls had other plans. we took the kids to see the Beach, had lunch and stopped at a bunch of fruit stands along the road it was great. We met up with the guys later that night for a BBQ and the view of the cattle. That night we took the kids swimming which Jazlyn absolutely hated. i would barely stick her feet in and she would scream for a couple of minutes. The next day was the big sell. They had raffles that i had put in for and i &lt;strong&gt;won &lt;/strong&gt;the raffle with the longhorn skull. Yes people think I'm crazy but i was so excited for winning. The sell went good, we sold two and yes came home with one. i guess i should be glad that it was just one we came home with. lol. By that night i definitely need some kind of sleep. The next morning we loaded up and headed back home. I still don't understand how we made it all the way there in one day, but it took us two full days to make it back home.lol. We had all had enough driving by the time we got to Twin Falls Idaho. so we stayed the night and went the rest of the way the next day. What an adventure. it was great, i enjoyed and loved all the amazing sights. here is lots of pictures from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldQW169EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jRlI-Dj1s_w/s1600-h/102_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361919366952318018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldQW169EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jRlI-Dj1s_w/s320/102_1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was so pretty and green i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldQrwGV1I/AAAAAAAAASE/gjLnlLO1BuU/s1600-h/102_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361919372565043026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldQrwGV1I/AAAAAAAAASE/gjLnlLO1BuU/s320/102_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove along the Columbia river. the girls just loved to stare at the water and watch the boats. it made me very nervous at first to drive right next to it but it was so neat to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldRMZDe2I/AAAAAAAAASU/2G-wUxZBwiA/s1600-h/102_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361919381326756706" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldRMZDe2I/AAAAAAAAASU/2G-wUxZBwiA/s320/102_1635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor is so happy and loves life. Brentlee is so grumpy all the time, Where did she come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldQ9RbiuI/AAAAAAAAASM/tArbFKnkK24/s1600-h/102_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361919377268247266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldQ9RbiuI/AAAAAAAAASM/tArbFKnkK24/s320/102_1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldRkcN_tI/AAAAAAAAASc/XUyKIDe9ABk/s1600-h/102_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361919387782479570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SmldRkcN_tI/AAAAAAAAASc/XUyKIDe9ABk/s320/102_1625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the best day to be at the beach. but Taylor loved every minute of it. She had so much fun with McKenzie and Bailey.They loved to wait for the tied to come in and try to out run it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-3850815242902972393?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3850815242902972393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=3850815242902972393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/3850815242902972393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/3850815242902972393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-trip.html' title='I&apos;m A Slacker'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Smqfy-l7gdI/AAAAAAAAASs/QvC4hmP6jaY/s72-c/102_1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-6058387600170804313</id><published>2009-06-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:03:52.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Freddy</title><content type='html'>Brentlee is so devastated, her horse Freddy was stabbed in the thigh by one of our longhorn cows. She helped me take him to the vet, and they said he would be just fine with exercise and antibiotics. so that is what me and Brentlee had been doing for about a week. we had walked him one morning and put him away, that same night i get a phone call from Tyrell saying Freddy died. Poor Brentlee was so sad and wasn't sure what i was talking about and just insisted on seeing him. so i took her to see for herself what i was trying to explain. all she could say is "put him in trailer, Dr. will get him stand up." I just felt so bad for her, she loved him and was always so mad if anyone would ride him cuz that was her Freddy. It is hard and sad to see, but also i think it is a good life lesson. He went very peaceful, it looks like he had just laid down for a nap and passed on. Poor old Freddy we will miss you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2AlfAk3I/AAAAAAAAARE/dUrYUfqh_54/s1600-h/102_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346324722588095346" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2AlfAk3I/AAAAAAAAARE/dUrYUfqh_54/s320/102_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2BC-RanI/AAAAAAAAARU/U7VWvIz0abw/s1600-h/102_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346324730503850610" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2BC-RanI/AAAAAAAAARU/U7VWvIz0abw/s320/102_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brentlee's first time one Freddy and just loving every minute. You know Brentlee is enjoying every minute and loving it, just for the simple fact that she is giving the camera a smile in her own goofy way. for you that don't know her, she &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2A_wF8ZI/AAAAAAAAARM/MUflAYVJ5O4/s1600-h/102_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346324729639072146" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2A_wF8ZI/AAAAAAAAARM/MUflAYVJ5O4/s320/102_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2V2tpVAI/AAAAAAAAARc/-OzW_oNRQ7Y/s1600-h/102_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346325087990141954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2V2tpVAI/AAAAAAAAARc/-OzW_oNRQ7Y/s320/102_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is both Taylor and Brentlee barrel racing and loving there time on old lazy Freddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jazlyn is growing so much and is into everything. It has been so much fun getting to know her little personality. She had been the most fussy kid i have had by far up until about two weeks ago that is. She got tubs put in her ears and O my that has made the world of difference. She is so happy and playful, instead of sitting on my lap and screaming when i leave the room. It has been so nice i am actually getting things done around the house. My poor little baby must have been is so much pain I'm so glad she no longer has that pressure and pain and she can be the happy little girl we have been waiting to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH5kHQbqFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/b_RUgdChtZg/s1600-h/102_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346328631484065874" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH5kHQbqFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/b_RUgdChtZg/s320/102_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She loves to pull this face and say OOOOOOO. I just love her being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the result of Grandma Tami making Jazlyn happy with liquorice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH4ckg0VcI/AAAAAAAAARk/D90_wJgydqs/s1600-h/102_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346327402386838978" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH4ckg0VcI/AAAAAAAAARk/D90_wJgydqs/s320/102_1542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH4c0QKRZI/AAAAAAAAARs/k9DmEz6CJY8/s1600-h/102_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346327406611940754" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH4c0QKRZI/AAAAAAAAARs/k9DmEz6CJY8/s320/102_1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a picture of Aunt Jessi babysitting her with Oreo cookies. One thing is for sure Jazlyn loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-6058387600170804313?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6058387600170804313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=6058387600170804313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/6058387600170804313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/6058387600170804313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/06/brentlee-is-so-devastated-her-horse.html' title='Poor Freddy'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SjH2AlfAk3I/AAAAAAAAARE/dUrYUfqh_54/s72-c/102_0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-7514131615341362514</id><published>2009-05-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:02:23.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Taylor</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;Taylor&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow my little girl is so grown up, i can't believe she is six years old. it was such a crazy day, but went very well. She had her intersquad that day. she had worked so hard to compete and done very well, taking &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; place. she was so excited and to share with everyone that was able to make it. My mom and Morgan, Dad and Virginia all was able to make it up and watch her compete. she thought that was so cool. She had such a great birthday and was so very pleased to share her birthday with her Grandpa, she thinks it is awesome that it is on the same day. As for myself i am so glad her competition is done. If you know me i was never into dance let alone anything girly, and so this has been a great challenge for me. I have learned so so much and am truly amazed at my six year old to be able to come up with her routine by herself because i have not a clue as to what she is suppose to be doing. I'm so &lt;strong&gt;PROUD &lt;/strong&gt;of you Taylor way to go. &lt;strong&gt;Love you lots Kiddo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofWNKuXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPg__IMauNU/s1600-h/102_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336669339947546994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofWNKuXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPg__IMauNU/s320/102_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofmF9GfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FquBbWT1ub4/s1600-h/110_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336669344212261362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofmF9GfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FquBbWT1ub4/s320/110_1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and her best friend Eva had there birthday party together just so it was more convenient for everyone. They both loved it, we made bracelets which they all seemed to love. I made the cake which was fun not professional by all means, but i enjoyed making it and the girls both were excited for the my little ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-zAU53Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/PkKkBuY9AYg/s1600-h/102_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336680901650113394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-zAU53Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/PkKkBuY9AYg/s320/102_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-yxrdtv3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/JRlZkWZPrSg/s1600-h/102_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336680650008018802" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-yxrdtv3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/JRlZkWZPrSg/s320/102_1580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofaQ6yvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0gUAOYFxfBI/s1600-h/102_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336669341037021938" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofaQ6yvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0gUAOYFxfBI/s320/102_1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor was so excited she had gotten second place and was pleased with herself. I'm so glad she is not selfish and has very good sportsmanship. As Taylor was warming up Brentlee was trying to learn. it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofnIxUZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oW_m65tIz-Y/s1600-h/102_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336669344492507538" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofnIxUZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oW_m65tIz-Y/s320/102_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-0ThykzCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kvVehLCsL20/s1600-h/102_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682331038338082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-0ThykzCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kvVehLCsL20/s320/102_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor wanted me to make her a flower cake for the family party we had for her, so this is what i came up with. it was fun and actually turned out to look like a flower. i was proud of myself. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-7514131615341362514?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7514131615341362514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=7514131615341362514' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/7514131615341362514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/7514131615341362514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-taylor.html' title='Happy Birthday Taylor'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sg-ofWNKuXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPg__IMauNU/s72-c/102_1481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-453802895009758001</id><published>2009-05-07T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:49:55.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My trip to Phoenix was great, except it went by way to fast. We had so much fun and lots of lack of sleep, but well worth every minute. We got there Wednesday night and was so excited to see my sister and her cute little family. My great-grandma and my aunts Mitizi and Jerilynn flew in the same day. My dad and Virginia drove and got there on Thursday. That night we had a great dinner and colored 5-dozen Easter eggs, yes 5-dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732441790942754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SfqQ6ZGZjiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9ishO9azZFI/s320/102_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                  It was safer for Brentlee to take her shirt off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Friday we all went to the Phoenix Zoo. The weather was perfect, just a little breeze to keep it cool so we didn't die of heat. The kids had so much fun seeing everything and i think there favorite part was ridding the little train. Me and Taylor found it funny that the first thing we happened to see at the Zoo was Watusi cattle which we have one of them at our ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330737038287785634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SfqVF8YpTqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V-I2o38Qvr0/s320/DSC029941%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                    At the Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330737042425175218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SfqVGLzE3LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cHi6S1uDLVQ/s320/102_0833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                     Our Watusi (Juniper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Zoo we went to a Easter Pagent at the Mesa Temple. It is a pagent kind of like the Mormon Miracle Pagent in Manti. It was &lt;strong&gt;Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;. Taylor had so many questions for everyone. She had thought that it was all real and not a play, so we had to explain. I just love to hear the thoughts my little ones have and the things they say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Easter bunny came early this year, which was so nice of him just so we could all spend it together. So saturday morning the kids woke up to a mess of candy and all there eggs hidden in the house. It was rainning outside so the Bunny hid our eggs inside, it was GREAT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333312417404930962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SgO7YvOZy5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5rCcgIepR3s/s320/102_1426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When you have 5 dozen eggs you have to hid them where ever you can think so yes even in the bathroom. The girls thought that was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333312409970275842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SgO7YTh19gI/AAAAAAAAAPI/y31Vyg5PGU4/s320/102_1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                              Brentlee gathered all the candy and could care less about the eggs. She is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Virginia had to head home after all the morning fun. Me, Ra'Shelle and Derek took the girls swiming and then went out to dinner that night. It was such a busy but fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333314920431844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SgO9qbuhfhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tCMQZdWqnfM/s320/102_1440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Sunday we hung out and had the best Easter food ever. My family was great to watch my girls while i took a little nap. All of the fun had caught up to me and made my back weak, but just a power boost nap does great. So thank you for watching my crazy girls. After the girls asked a million times to go swiming, we loaded up and took them. They just loved every minute and kept everyone on there toes. I was so sad having to go home the next morning, it all went by so fast. i wasnt even gone yet and i was already missing my sister and her perfect little family. Thanks everyone i loved every second and miss you all so very much LOVE YA LOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-453802895009758001?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/453802895009758001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=453802895009758001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/453802895009758001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/453802895009758001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SfqQ6ZGZjiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9ishO9azZFI/s72-c/102_1419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-12330101241210651</id><published>2009-04-03T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:40:20.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>So today was the day i went for my check up on my back and what a day it has been. First i woke up to snow if that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; enough to make the whole day bad. Of course i was running late like usual getting the girls ready and off to the babysitter. I was so so scatterbrained it was unreal, i guess being nervous with the Dr. visit, the snow packed roads and leaving my girls i was just nuts. Anyway so as you know i have been making myself sick about this Dr. appointment just hoping all looks well and that i can start doing more things. Well to make this story short, things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; turn out that way. After looking at the X-Rays we found that one of the rods in my back is cracked and casing me pain when i bend and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; things. For you that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know i have two rods and eight screws holding me together. So we decided to give it three months and if the pain does not go away its back into surgery. So so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;, nobody was with me for the sad news so i was trying to hold it in and when i got in the car to go home i just let it all out, there is no way in hell i want to go through the pain, suffering, tears, frustration of not being able to do anything, not being able to take care of my kids, and the restless nights. the list could go on and on. Now please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not trying to complain that is the last thing i want to do, i just needed to get it out. I try to be tough for my little family, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want them to worry so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; telling you all this to get it off my chest. I have so many feeling going through my head, just wondering what i could have done different and when i would have cracked it nothing seems to come to mind and its driving me crazy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so sorry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; to go see my sister in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; :) Its going to be so good to see her and her cute little family. i miss her so much, it will be nice to get away and get my mind off things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some pictures just because i though they were cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jPbwu4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UhkLuVg0XDc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320718791665040258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jPbwu4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UhkLuVg0XDc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Taylor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Brentlee&lt;/span&gt; with one of the new babies a year ago, just after i had gotten home from the hospital. WOW they have grown up so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jfeRujI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j5q4fER5BUA/s1600-h/102_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jfeRujI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j5q4fER5BUA/s1600-h/102_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320718795970558514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jfeRujI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j5q4fER5BUA/s320/102_1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Jazzy is into everything and on the go 24-7. She is now eight months old and still has yet to sleep through the night, i could so use one good nights rest. But we still love her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jfeRujI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j5q4fER5BUA/s1600-h/102_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jPbwu4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UhkLuVg0XDc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-12330101241210651?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/12330101241210651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=12330101241210651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/12330101241210651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/12330101241210651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-today-was-day-i-went-for-my-check-up.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sdb9jPbwu4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UhkLuVg0XDc/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-262034490490647414</id><published>2009-03-17T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:31:36.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me crazy</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy but this is just like Christmas! my first baby was born today and he is so dang cute. I just love my longhorn cattle they are so neat to be around. You never know what color your going to get and the calves are so small nothing like other cows its so much more exciting. I know you are thinking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so dumb for telling you about it but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just so excited i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help myself :) Now i cant wait for the rest to calve and my horses to foul, i love the Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScB_DD_hEtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kra9SUIDLgk/s1600-h/110_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314387250885235410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScB_DD_hEtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kra9SUIDLgk/s320/110_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScB_CwFzMTI/AAAAAAAAANw/UGsxuv88aXQ/s1600-h/110_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314387245542879538" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScB_CwFzMTI/AAAAAAAAANw/UGsxuv88aXQ/s320/110_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Josephine&lt;/span&gt;. The girls got her from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Claus&lt;/span&gt; and she has quite the personality. Taylor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brentlee&lt;/span&gt; play with her all day in the house, up and down the hallway she chases the girls. She has been the best dog in the house and has been so so good with the girls. I just thought this was the funniest thing i have saw. I put a pop box on the porch so i could burn later and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think nothing of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tyrells&lt;/span&gt; parents came over and found poor Josie with the box stuck on her head. I must have not felt to bad for her to sit there and laugh and then get the camera to take pictures it was just so funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScB_CwFzMTI/AAAAAAAAANw/UGsxuv88aXQ/s1600-h/110_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScCBuxAecFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/z_2uojV1hHY/s1600-h/102_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390200726483026" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScCBuxAecFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/z_2uojV1hHY/s320/102_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScCBuwd5QcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8imOLYwJAls/s1600-h/102_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390200581439938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScCBuwd5QcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8imOLYwJAls/s320/102_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-262034490490647414?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/262034490490647414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=262034490490647414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/262034490490647414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/262034490490647414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me crazy'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/ScB_DD_hEtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kra9SUIDLgk/s72-c/110_1388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-737356266317420637</id><published>2009-03-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:53:50.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea where all the time goes. i get so frustrated with myself because i never seem to get things caught up. i stay home with my energetic kids and you would think being home with them i should be able to get something done, but not with me. everyday there is something new i need to do and it just keeps piling up. Maybe I'm just slower than others now with my back, but i never stop and still don't seem to get nothing accomplished, i truly hope I'm not the only one with this problem if so please let me know how to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just so funny and cute. Brentlee found out that we are going to go swimming when we go see my sister in Phoenix in April, i guess she was ready to go now cuz she woke me up the other morning wearing three different swimming suits and said "weddy to go swimmin". It was so cute. she is so full of life and teases me giving me the run around all day long. Her favorite thing to do is hid my cell phone when I'm not looking. Her dad helped her with that one. I did finally find her most popular hiding place under her pillow. She is a STINKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sb3O1TlMuXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ln2mTjiw6O4/s1600-h/110_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313630550551738738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sb3O1TlMuXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ln2mTjiw6O4/s320/110_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jazzy has grown so much this last week. she is into everything. her favorite is the dog dishes, i am never quite fast enough so it makes a mess. She got crawling down and decided she could sit up all in two days of each other. it is so hard watching my last baby grow up, but it has been fun watching her try to catch up with her sister to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643733801435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sb3a0rA3AGI/AAAAAAAAANY/a7rhPowiLuA/s320/DSCF9605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was finally a nice day to take the kids to the park. Rylee my niece came along for the fun. Brentlee and Rylee are only a month and a half apart and best friends when not fighting over something. HaHa. It is always so much fun to get them together, they run and give each other the biggest hug, it is so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313638042887831442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sb3VpatUv5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZpB879C2pa8/s320/110_1357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-737356266317420637?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/737356266317420637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=737356266317420637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/737356266317420637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/737356266317420637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-no-idea-where-all-time-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Sb3O1TlMuXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ln2mTjiw6O4/s72-c/110_1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-1912135128441998076</id><published>2009-03-08T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:53:53.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Being here</title><content type='html'>So i have been having lots of different feelings going through my head and i am making my self sick. It is soon to be a year since i broke my back in a truck accident (wow time goes by so fast), and i have still yet to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to ride a horse and it is starting to make me wonder if I'm ever going to be able to get back on my lonely pony. I shouldn't even think about it and just be grateful that i am still here and able to see my family grow, but i cant help but wonder if i will ever be able to do something without some kind of pain. I am so nervous to go back to the doctor in April just hoping things are looking good and healing great. Sometimes i just want to get my feelings out but i don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyrell&lt;/span&gt; to see me cry or get depressed about it all. I try not to show my frustration and pain but sometimes it builds up and i just need to let it out. I hope one day i will be able to run with my girls and throw them in the air with no worry of hurting myself. Please don't get me wrong, i am so so thankful that i am here and able to do the things that i can do but sometimes i just get frustrated with myself that's all. I want everyone to know how much i appreciate my sister for being there for me when i am down and just need a shoulder. She has flew in from Phoenix twice just for me and to help me out, i could never thank her enough. You will never know how much she has helped me. She has been there for me from day one. There has been so many times that i have just wanted to give up but with her love, support, and her many prayers for me i have made i through the first and most difficult year. She truly amazes me with her kind words and spirit she is truly the best sister that anyone could ask for. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shelle&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE YOU and thanks a million for everything. I also want to thank my little family. Taylor is so amazing to me, she is only five and she helps me do things i could never imagine and she is always more than happy to help out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tyrell&lt;/span&gt; is the best husband in the world and has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tooken&lt;/span&gt; on so so much and has never complained once. I want everyone to know i am so grateful for every ones Love, and Prayers. I am going to try so hard not to complain about my stupid problems, it just helps to get them out of my mind i really don't have it that bad, it could always be worse. Thanks everyone for getting me through this year love lots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-1912135128441998076?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1912135128441998076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=1912135128441998076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/1912135128441998076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/1912135128441998076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/03/thankful-for-being-here.html' title='Thankful for Being here'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-3993432361187061322</id><published>2009-03-05T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:16:30.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100 Truths</title><content type='html'>This looked fun to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1.] Real Name –Mariah James Farnsworth&lt;br /&gt;[2.] Like It? – Always have&lt;br /&gt;[3.] Single or Taken? - Happily taken&lt;br /&gt;[4.] Zodiac Sign - Leo&lt;br /&gt;[5.] Male or Female? - Female&lt;br /&gt;[6.] Elementary School? – Gunnison&lt;br /&gt;[7.] Middle School? – Gunnison and North sevier&lt;br /&gt;[8.] High School – North Sevier High&lt;br /&gt;[10.] Hair color? – Blondie&lt;br /&gt;[11.] Eye Color – Blue&lt;br /&gt;[12.] Hair Length – Just past shoulder blades. much longer than high school&lt;br /&gt;[13.] Current Worry? – Back pain&lt;br /&gt;[14.] Weight – I don't know and don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;[15.] Are You A Health Freak? No...but definitely need to be&lt;br /&gt;[16.] Height – 5’8"&lt;br /&gt;[17.] Do You Have A Crush On Someone? – Yes i have the biggest crush ever on my hubby&lt;br /&gt;[18.] Do You Like Yourself? Depending on the day&lt;br /&gt;[19.] Any Piercings? – Yes&lt;br /&gt;[20.] Any Tattoos? – No&lt;br /&gt;[21.] Righty or Lefty? – Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***FIRSTS***&lt;br /&gt;[22.] First Surgery? – Left knee&lt;br /&gt;[23.] First Piercings? – Ears&lt;br /&gt;[24.] First Best Friend? – Amy Olsen&lt;br /&gt;[25.] First Award? – 1st place hoop shoot competition&lt;br /&gt;[26.] First Sport? - Basketball of course&lt;br /&gt;[27.] First Pet? – cat&lt;br /&gt;[28.] First Vacation? – Disney Land&lt;br /&gt;[29.] First Teacher? – 1st one i remember is Mrs Oliver&lt;br /&gt;[30.] First Crush? Antoine Carr from the Utah Jazz&lt;br /&gt;[31.] First big birthday? – I don't even remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***THIS OR THAT***&lt;br /&gt;[32.] Orange or Apple Juice? – Apple&lt;br /&gt;[33.] Rock or Rap? – Rock if i had to choose&lt;br /&gt;[34.] Country or Screamo? Country most defiantly&lt;br /&gt;[35.] N'Sync or Backstreet Boys? – Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;[36.] Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera? – Christina Aguilera she married a cowboy haha&lt;br /&gt;[37.] Night or Day? – Night that's when my husband is not working&lt;br /&gt;[38.] Sun or Moon? – Moon cuz you can actually look at it and see how pretty&lt;br /&gt;[39.] TV or Internet? – Internet, i don't care for much TV&lt;br /&gt;[40.] PlayStation or Xbox? – neither never have been into that stuff wouldn't know how to run it&lt;br /&gt;[41.] Kiss or Hug? – Kiss&lt;br /&gt;[42.] Iguana or Turtle? – Turtle&lt;br /&gt;[43.] Spider or Bee? – Uh neither&lt;br /&gt;[44.] Fall or spring? – Spring, that's when our horses and cows have there cute baby's. so fun&lt;br /&gt;[45.] Limewire or iTunes? iTunes&lt;br /&gt;[46.] Chocolate or Vanilla? – Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;[47.] Soccer or Baseball? – Baseball, i have never played soccer&lt;br /&gt;[48.] Hot or Cold? – That's a hard one, Hot only because the cold hurts my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CURRENTLY**&lt;br /&gt;[49.] Eating? – absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;[50.] Drinking? – nothing&lt;br /&gt;[51.] I'm about to? – Go Crazy no jk&lt;br /&gt;[52.] Listening to? – my husband snore&lt;br /&gt;[53.] Plans for today? – Take Taylor to school and pay bills fun fun&lt;br /&gt;[54.] Waiting for? – The baby to fall to sleep so i can get a little shut eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***FUTURE***&lt;br /&gt;[55.] Want Kids? – we have three and would love more but wont be able to cuz of my back, but three girls is perfect&lt;br /&gt;[56.] When? – Sadly never&lt;br /&gt;[57.] Marriage? – Already Done&lt;br /&gt;[58.] When? - six years ago&lt;br /&gt;[59.] Where Do You Want To Live? – Montana would be Awesome&lt;br /&gt;[60.] How Many Kids? – Wanted 4 just so we could try to have a boy but o well&lt;br /&gt;[61.] Any Name on the Mind? – Yes Buba Bruster&lt;br /&gt;[62.] What Did You Want To Be When You Were Little? – WNBA Player&lt;br /&gt;[63.] What Do You Think You'll Really Be Doing?- A mom and a Rancher&lt;br /&gt;[64.] Something You Would Never Try? – Ridding a bull&lt;br /&gt;[65.] When Do You Want to Die? – I wanted to when i broke my back just cuz of the pain, but honestly not till the time is right and my job is done here just when ever he thinks it is time which i hope is not for a long time to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? ***&lt;br /&gt;[66.] Lips or Eyes? – Definitely Eyes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[67.] Nice stomach or nice arms? Arms&lt;br /&gt;[68.] Hugging or Kissing? – Kissing&lt;br /&gt;[69.] Shorter or Taller? – Taller&lt;br /&gt;[70.] Tan Skinned or Light? Tanned, i guess a farmer tan will work haha&lt;br /&gt;[71.] Romantic or Spontaneous? – I wish either or&lt;br /&gt;[72.] Dark or Light Hair? – Dark&lt;br /&gt;[73.] Muscular or Normal? – Normal&lt;br /&gt;[74.] Hook-Up or Relationship? - Relationship!!&lt;br /&gt;[75.] Similar To You or Different? – Both&lt;br /&gt;[76.] Trouble maker or hesitant? – well i have a trouble maker so i better like it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***HAVE YOU EVER? ***&lt;br /&gt;[77.] Kissed A Stranger? - yes someone i new of but that all i new&lt;br /&gt;[78.] Drank Bubbles? – No&lt;br /&gt;[79.] Lost Glasses/ Contacts? – Yes, not a good thing to do when you cant see good&lt;br /&gt;[80.] Climbed Up A Tree? – Yes&lt;br /&gt;[81.] Broken Someone's Heart? – yes I'm so mean&lt;br /&gt;[82.] Had your heart broken? – Yes&lt;br /&gt;[83.] Ran away from home? – No&lt;br /&gt;[84.] Been Arrested? – No&lt;br /&gt;[85.] Liked A Friend As More Than A Friend? – Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***DO YOU BELIEVE IN***&lt;br /&gt;[86.] Yourself? – Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;[87.] Miracles? – Yes I believe me and Jazlyn our living miracles&lt;br /&gt;[88.] Love at First Sight – Yes when you see them you just know&lt;br /&gt;[89.] Santa Claus? – Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;[90.] Kissing On the First Date? – Uhh... ya just cuz i did&lt;br /&gt;[92.] God? – Definitely Yes! I have no idea where I'd be without Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***ANSWER TRUTHFULLY***&lt;br /&gt;[93.] Is There Someone You Want To Be With Right Now? - no cuz everyone that i would want to be with the most is with me&lt;br /&gt;[94.] Do You Like Someone? – Yes, i like just about everyone there are only a few people that i dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***LASTS***&lt;br /&gt;[95.] Received/Sent Text Message – JoAnna&lt;br /&gt;[96.] Received Call – Sister Ra'shelle&lt;br /&gt;[97.] Call Made? – Brother Morgan&lt;br /&gt;[98.] Comment on Facebook? – ??? Don't Remember&lt;br /&gt;[99.] Missed Call? – Tyrell&lt;br /&gt;[100.] Person You Hung out with? – Tyrell, Taylor, Brentlee, and Jazlyn we went and feed cows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-3993432361187061322?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3993432361187061322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=3993432361187061322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/3993432361187061322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/3993432361187061322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-100-truths.html' title='My 100 Truths'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547954320868413291.post-2541766904579637091</id><published>2009-02-26T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:48:29.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been so crazy for us is seems i never have time. I am finally back to blogging and im so excited to catch up with everyone. im going to try and sum it all up for you if possible. there has been so many things going on i dont know where to start!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307369346136061298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SaeQTPg8tXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Whm2B9Bedwo/s320/digital+pix+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taylor has kept me so busy not only with school, but she done a cheerleading thing and now is in tumbling, they grow so fast. i say thing cuz i dont know the first thing about cheer, dance, or tumbling. i was never interested in them sort of things but now i suppose i will learn haha. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307372394900955090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SaeTEtDJH9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/rDK0wJUn-XY/s320/102_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brentlee is into everything and keeps me on my toes. she loves to tease and drive her big sister crazy. she is always so innocent and blames everything on someone else ever her baby sister. she is our challenge but we enjoy all the off the wall things she comes up with and does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307377661030903346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SaeX3O6XLjI/AAAAAAAAALA/mvEC06ORDcU/s320/102_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jazlyn has now learned how to get to anything she wants. i wouldnt quite call it a crawl but just about. she is definitely a mamas girl. if she even sees me leave the room she cries. it is my fault i truly baby her and go to her every sound just knowing she is my last baby i just want to hold her non stop, its not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafmZZJKkjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gyZ-QcUZMVM/s1600-h/jo+wedding+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307464009799864882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafmZZJKkjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gyZ-QcUZMVM/s320/jo+wedding+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafmY_fQ6LI/AAAAAAAAALw/QeCezl9v1c8/s1600-h/jo+wedding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307464002913233074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafmY_fQ6LI/AAAAAAAAALw/QeCezl9v1c8/s320/jo+wedding+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my best friend jo had gotten married and this was a big event for my little family. The girls were flower girls(so so cute), Tyrell the best man and i the maid of honor. it was great to walk down the aisle with tyrell again. Congratulations jo and ronnie. everything turned out perfect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307467092158649954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafpMz0xFmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/n4hANBxvVfY/s320/jo+wedding+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taylor thought this was the coolest thing ever she loved every minute of it. As you can tell Brentlee not so much. No worries, Brentlee looks this way alot, when she is in one of her moods she shuts everyone out and doesnt say a word. so hard headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafrpcqkbyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1FgWQDY6xM0/s1600-h/102_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307469783181324066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafrpcqkbyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1FgWQDY6xM0/s200/102_0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Safrp7iRf0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/bAryn2IJTtA/s1600-h/100_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307469791468027714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/Safrp7iRf0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/bAryn2IJTtA/s200/100_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taylor still loves the horses and can not wait till barrel racing starts again. she asked me if she could be a cheerleader and a barrel racer cuz she likes them both. i laughed and said yes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SaftexqqLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/75CewAiVmQc/s1600-h/102_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307471798863539554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SaftexqqLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/75CewAiVmQc/s200/102_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafteaT8pTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hGC_34A7tlA/s1600-h/102_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307471792594265394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SafteaT8pTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hGC_34A7tlA/s200/102_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brentlee loves her horse, but she would barrel race on a cow if we would let her. she has always been more interested in the cows and loves to help her dad feed. she is a big time daddy's girl, when ty is home she is by his side the whole time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547954320868413291-2541766904579637091?l=ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2541766904579637091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547954320868413291&amp;postID=2541766904579637091' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/2541766904579637091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547954320868413291/posts/default/2541766904579637091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttbjmfamilyoffive.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>farnsworthfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15607107472732890483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxVSaX-fiMo/SaeQTPg8tXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Whm2B9Bedwo/s72-c/digital+pix+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
